<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764058261445913868</id><updated>2011-09-24T18:04:17.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NO PLACE OUTREACH</title><subtitle type='html'>..the Son of Man has No Place to lay His Head....    Matthew 8:20</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>No Place Outreach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15234157320812391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764058261445913868.post-5634609940505666057</id><published>2011-09-24T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:04:17.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jXWaUNQKEqc/Tn5gw5WHmLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/l5x2D6hfFbg/s1600/IMG_1265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jXWaUNQKEqc/Tn5gw5WHmLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/l5x2D6hfFbg/s320/IMG_1265.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Kristan or as we knew her, "Angel". She was a prostitute and she is the one that was found murdered the other night, thrown by a dumpster beside the Motel 6. This pic is from last Summer on midnight outreach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mr-mtIL4S8/Tn5hBSP-AlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0c0k-xKEGB8/s1600/angel1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mr-mtIL4S8/Tn5hBSP-AlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0c0k-xKEGB8/s320/angel1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The No Place Homeless breakfast team knew her well, she lived at the abandonded car lot where many homeless prostitutes lived, where the No Place team brought her breakfast every Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;She came to the Dream Center once for a block party last fall. Pastor Craig came and got me and had me talk to her. A john had brought her to the block party because he was concerned for her he said. We tried to get her some help, get her to go to a shelter, but she wouldn't. We gave her some food, prayer, water.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people reached out to her, loved on her, prayed with her, gave her hygiene items, food, clothes, and tried to help her leave the streets but she never would.&lt;br /&gt;THIS is why we do what we do. Feeding the homeless on Wednesday mornings, going out into the mean streets on Midnight outreach, having free block parties, a church and community center in the heart of the hood, etc..because Jesus loves the Angel's of the world, and we are his body, extending His hand to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never know what day could be their last day, or our last day. I know she saw Jesus many times through all of the people that reached out to her. I pray she knew him before she died.&lt;br /&gt;Carole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764058261445913868-5634609940505666057?l=noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/feeds/5634609940505666057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2011/09/angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/5634609940505666057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/5634609940505666057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2011/09/angel.html' title='Angel'/><author><name>No Place Outreach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15234157320812391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jXWaUNQKEqc/Tn5gw5WHmLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/l5x2D6hfFbg/s72-c/IMG_1265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764058261445913868.post-774367633481238105</id><published>2010-12-08T21:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T21:56:09.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THIS MEANS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Calibri; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 18px;"&gt;“&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;You have no idea what this means…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Colleen Morgan-Hobbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers were frozen with leather gloves on, and the serving gloves offered no more warmth when we served at Roselawn a week ago. We did our usual meals there and loaded the truck for our weekly trip to the levee to see the guys there and offer them a warm breakfast. The numbers were lower and with the weather so cold, we think they just don’t come out sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Dave and asked him if there was anything I could pray with him for. He said he wanted a one way ticket to Michigan to go home. I asked around and found there isn’t money available to help these guys like that, and sadly, there isn’t anything that can be done. I took his name and number wishing I had the means to help, but I am working part time and just don’t have the money. I prayed with him that the Lord would provide the money he needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;Dave came down to work for BP in the beach cleanup and there were needed certifications he needed that somehow he could not get and he ended up homeless and broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home from work later I posted on Facebook to pray for a man named Dave who wanted a one way ticket home to Michigan. My nephew Kenneth called and left me a message that he wanted to help the guy. I was thrilled! I gave Kenneth his number and he called him and told him he was ‘going home’. That man cried. Kenneth cried. I cried. I was crying out of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning Kenneth and I met David on the levee and his eyes welled up and he kept asking, “do you know what you have done?” We packed him a care package with sandwiches, chips, candy and water and bought him a throw to cover up with on the bus, and a pillow. The thankfulness flowed out of David. We went to the bus station, Kenneth purchased the ticket and gave him $16.00 for meals. We were in the middle of the bus station talking and we started sharing the Gospel with him, the plan of salvation and I asked him if he had ever asked Jesus into his heart and he said no, but that he wanted to “right now”. We three stood in the bus station holding hands and he prayed after me. He then told us he was an identical twin and that his brother was going to be baptized in two weeks. We encouraged him to pursue it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on to work and Kenneth stayed with Dave for 3 ½ hours at the bus station until he left. In the meantime they spoke to another homeless man named Richard who wanted to go home to Mississippi. My wonderful 24 year old nephew got him a ticket and he left too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with the homeless is particularly precious to me right now because my own son Sean is homeless and living in a truck. He lost his job, is on probation and has a warrant for his arrest. He is open to going into a program but wants to go in “after Christmas”. He is 20, and I can only pray for him and suggest the way to go. Undoubtedly there are similar circumstances in some of these guys we deal with, but one thing I know…offering food and something to drink, praying with them and trying to meet their needs is being Jesus to them. All of this is done in hopes of having them turn their life over to Christ, recognizing Him as Savior and hopefully steering them in the right direction while showing love from Jesus. “God’s Kindness leads to repentence”…Romans 2:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo wants to go home to Houston... anyone want to bless him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764058261445913868-774367633481238105?l=noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/feeds/774367633481238105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-have-no-idea-what-this-means.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/774367633481238105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/774367633481238105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-have-no-idea-what-this-means.html' title='YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THIS MEANS'/><author><name>No Place Outreach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15234157320812391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764058261445913868.post-4920834241171215911</id><published>2010-07-30T05:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T10:15:14.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not What I've Learned, It's What God Has Shown Me What He Can Do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/TFQ94m19GfI/AAAAAAAAADw/8QvccRT2fHs/s1600/richard.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/TFQ94m19GfI/AAAAAAAAADw/8QvccRT2fHs/s320/richard.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500089087635036658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not what I've learned, it's what God has shown me what He can do!There are so many different things that I have learned about God. First of all, Christ has done so much for me in the last 28 months, and it's great! For the people that don't know me, I was a drunk, a dope head, and didn't care what people thought of me, because I didn't like people and that's because I didn't like myself. So,  I lived on the river in a tent, and these people in red shirts would always come around, I didn't trust them, I didn't trust anyone, but they kept coming around. I began to get close to some of these people. They would ask me to come to church with them. I haven't had a bath in a while, and I could smell myself, so I didn't go and yet they still kept coming around. I knew then that these people were for real. They weren't just coming around to make themselves look good, it's what God has told them to do. I'm going to be selfish with this one, He sent them there just for me!! Now, I'm one of these people in a red shirt doing my part no matter what it is. That's what I've learned. God has reached down and grabbed me and what He does with me from here on out, is up to him. He's taken care of me when I couldn't take care of myself. I love where He has me right now!!!!!!!!!!!I love what I've learned about going the extra mile to help others and I'm going to keep on coming around with my red shirt on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764058261445913868-4920834241171215911?l=noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/feeds/4920834241171215911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-not-what-ive-learned-its-what-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/4920834241171215911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/4920834241171215911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-not-what-ive-learned-its-what-god.html' title='It&apos;s Not What I&apos;ve Learned, It&apos;s What God Has Shown Me What He Can Do!'/><author><name>No Place Outreach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15234157320812391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/TFQ94m19GfI/AAAAAAAAADw/8QvccRT2fHs/s72-c/richard.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764058261445913868.post-4351135412776877269</id><published>2010-06-09T22:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T22:31:39.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for Leona</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Wednesday June 9, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Today, we had 20 or more youth from The River Church near Houston with us as we served breakfast to the homeless.  We were blessed and pleased to see these young Christians and you could really see that several of them were quite at home in our ministry - almost like they had been serving the homeless for years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;We took two car loads of these young folks out on our roaming trip to the Levee and around town.  During our trip we made a stop at the infamous North Street Overpass.  That overpass has started to accumulate homeless people again.  For a while it had been vacant but today there were five people there - and later two more came. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;We met a lady there named Leona.  It was the first time any of us had met Leona but she seemed to be in a real bad way.  She was eaten up with bugs and seemed to have a bad rash as well.  She seemed ill, confused, and not focused.  She was weak and tired and possibly suffering from drug withdrawals but I do not know this.   She was also emotionally beaten down by the recent loss of some of her family members.  She at times was wailing that she was alone in the world.  We prayed with her, got her settled a bit and gave her a hot meal with some water and juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Leann was crying, but thankful that Jesus had sent us.  She wanted out of her predicament. She was crying for help.  Fortunately, we have a connection with a couple from the Zachary area that has helped get ladies off the street in the past.  We worked out a meeting with those good people and delivered Leann to the comfort of their welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Tonight, I want to lift that couple up - Devin and his wife and ask Father to protect them and provide them with the judgment, discernment and provision that they need to deal with this extremely difficult situation.  I also pray that God be with Leona and comfort her.  I pray that she receive the healing power that God can provide and that her soul and body be cleansed of the dirt and evil that has her in its grasp.  Father we pray that you be with us all and especially those three this night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Father thank you for blessing us with this serve team and for all the volunteers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;In Jesus name we pray Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;David V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764058261445913868-4351135412776877269?l=noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/feeds/4351135412776877269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2010/06/pray-for-leona.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/4351135412776877269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/4351135412776877269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2010/06/pray-for-leona.html' title='Pray for Leona'/><author><name>No Place Outreach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15234157320812391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764058261445913868.post-4965549216883534407</id><published>2010-05-11T21:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T21:55:08.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for Leslie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/S-oYcXRX6KI/AAAAAAAAADo/A8PArcVyJmg/s1600/Leslie+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/S-oYcXRX6KI/AAAAAAAAADo/A8PArcVyJmg/s320/Leslie+002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470211572957178018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;These photos of Leslie should be a reminder to us all about the dangers of&lt;br /&gt;street life. Two weeks ago we asked for prayer for Leslie who "lives" out&lt;br /&gt;around EKL Medical Center and the Brookstown area. She is a 39 year-old&lt;br /&gt;woman who has three grown children back in Alabama, but through a lifelong&lt;br /&gt;series of various abuses going all the way back to her childhood, she has&lt;br /&gt;succumbed to the rigors of life and is "existing" on the streets of Baton&lt;br /&gt;Rouge. These photos show Leslie about ten days ago after she was severely&lt;br /&gt;beaten by a man she has been in bondage to, basically over drugs and money.&lt;br /&gt;She was beaten so severely that her jaw was broken and she had other serious&lt;br /&gt;facial lacerations and abrasions.She filed a police report and the man is&lt;br /&gt;now in jail, but Leslie fears for her life if or when he is released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie told me and Tecca on Sunday that she is consumed with hatred toward&lt;br /&gt;this man. As you view these photos you can clearly understand why. She knows&lt;br /&gt;that hatred is wrong, but cannot break free of her intense feelings. Leslie&lt;br /&gt;again went to the altar at the Dream Center on Sunday and prayed for&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness, with LaTasha. Her heart is open to God's place in her life, but&lt;br /&gt;it is extremely difficult for her to break free of the things to which she&lt;br /&gt;has become enslaved. Only God can do such miracles, and she needs a&lt;br /&gt;miraculous intervention. Please pray for her about her issue of hatred, and&lt;br /&gt;also pray earnestly that she will finally agree to go to Revelation House&lt;br /&gt;with Georgia O'Neal. Leslie has promised to go, but says "things are still&lt;br /&gt;pulling on me" to stay out here where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also continues to suffer from an infected tooth, but cannot have that&lt;br /&gt;taken out with her jaw broken, and she has cirrhosis and has been told she&lt;br /&gt;will not live for more than one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764058261445913868-4965549216883534407?l=noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/feeds/4965549216883534407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2010/05/pray-for-leslie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/4965549216883534407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/4965549216883534407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2010/05/pray-for-leslie.html' title='Pray for Leslie'/><author><name>No Place Outreach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15234157320812391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/S-oYcXRX6KI/AAAAAAAAADo/A8PArcVyJmg/s72-c/Leslie+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764058261445913868.post-6023559308123840597</id><published>2010-04-30T06:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T06:21:51.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why it Matters, What Ifs &amp; Are You Always Listening For God?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday’s outreach started like most Thursdays, cooking at the shed, serving at Roselawn then out roaming.  We arrive at the levee, start handing out breakfast and a couple of the regular folks we serve point down the levee back toward town &amp;amp; tell me the person I see is a 15 year old kid.  The boy is walking away from where we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to the guy handing out the breakfast, he’s a runner, &amp;amp; half- jokingly say you’re a runner, why don’t you run down there catch the kid and bring him a breakfast.  He didn’t take me serious, I didn’t know that I was serious, the kid was steadily walking away putting distance between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when God took over.  I grabbed a breakfast and had this overwhelming need to get to this boy.  The runner looked at me and said wait, I’ll go with you, but he was still busy handing out breakfast.  I couldn’t wait.  I started hurrying to catch up with this boy.  He says to be careful and not get out of sight, I joke and tell him not to worry.  You see, I still don’t realize what’s going on, but I know I have to get to this kid.  I scurry sideways down the levee instead of taking the paved ramp, I rush to cross the road and before I get across I’m yelling to get his attention.  By this time I’m jogging into the field as the boy reaches the railroad tracks.  I hear a train and try to get his attention between the train whistle blowing.  He sees/hears me and turns before the train passes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offer him breakfast or something to drink, he doesn’t want anything.  His name is Dustin, he’s aloof and distant, said he had stopped by to see someone he met a while back that serves with us, but didn’t see them on the levee.  I ask him to go back with me, saying not everyone had arrived yet and we’d see if we could figure out who he was looking for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why, but I needed to really connect with this kid, I start asking where he’s from, what’s he doing out there, etc.  As we make our way back to the levee he starts to open up and share his story with me.  He lived in Houma from age 5 -12 somehow ended up in Baton Rouge, lives in a group home, is skipping school, doesn’t like it here.  He shared where he goes to school, but not what group home he’s at.  Once he started talking it all just starts pouring out, details of his life and the trouble he’s in.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells me that when he didn’t see the person he was looking for at the levee, he started walking away.  He said he didn’t know where he was going.  When he reached the train tracks and heard the train he was thinking about laying across the tracks and ending it all because things were so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m dumbfounded, praying, God, give me your words to talk to this child, let him know You love him and he’s worth it and he matters.  We continue to talk, he tells me his family was split up all except he and his twin brother Devin.  He started getting into trouble and the family that took his brother in was supposed to come back for him but they didn’t.  He feels like he’s all bad and his twin is all good.  He says he wants to do better but getting in trouble is a habit, he does it without even thinking about it.  We talk about God, he tells me he’s not sure if he’s saved.  He had accepted Jesus as his Lord and Savior but now doesn’t think he is saved because he keeps getting into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words come, they aren’t mine they are God’s, now I’m the one pouring out to him that he matters to God, that we are all sinners that we all need forgiveness.  I share how God has answered my prayers and that I still have to pray every day for his help and guidance.  I tell him that God doesn’t give up on us when we mess up, He always loves us.  He lets me pray for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of another volunteer, we had figured out that the person he was looking for was Charla, one of the dedicated homeless volunteers.  He had come by to thank her for giving him a card to a youth shelter program a few weeks before.  We assure him we’ll pass on the message to her.  I ask if there’s a number she can reach him at.  He knows he’ll be in trouble when he returns to the group home and won’t have phone privileges for a while.  We give him a card with the number for the 24hr hotline telling him he can reach us that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s time for us to go but I’m afraid, I don’t want to lose contact with this boy.  I hug him tell him I love him and encourage him to pray. That’s when he decides to take me up on the offer for something to drink.  The truck that has the food in it is already headed down the levee ramp.  I’m hollering for them to stop, they don’t hear me.  Dustin says it’s ok he doesn’t need it.  But you see, I’m not in control, God is.  So I’m running down the levee again and catch them just as they are pulling out.  They back up and are giving Dustin something to drink.  I don’t know why, but I knew my part was finished so I headed back up the levee to my ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when David, our volunteer who transports the food, meets Dustin.  He recognizes him, you see David mentors another boy that stays in the same group home as Dustin.  Praise God!  He had already tried to reach out to Dustin when he was there to see the other boy.  Dustin recognizes him too, now we have a connection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time I wondered what it was like for God to speak to someone.  For a while now I’ve known when He’s telling me something, but wow when He uses us all together and we all hear &amp;amp; listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Charla was disappointed she couldn’t go roaming with us yesterday, but God had already used her for His purpose weeks before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t supposed to be there yesterday, I was bummed, I wouldn’t get to spend time with Valerie a volunteer that was in town from Florida.  Then the client I had an appointment with had to reschedule.  Yeah, I could hang with Valerie.  In my narrow vision I thought that was all that was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David tried to reach out to Dustin at the group home before, but didn’t reach him.  It wasn’t God’s timing, but yesterday was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for taking over, thank You for using us for Your purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764058261445913868-6023559308123840597?l=noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/feeds/6023559308123840597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-it-matters-what-ifs-are-you-always.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/6023559308123840597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/6023559308123840597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-it-matters-what-ifs-are-you-always.html' title='Why it Matters, What Ifs &amp; Are You Always Listening For God?'/><author><name>No Place Outreach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15234157320812391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764058261445913868.post-8516309180713087767</id><published>2010-03-31T05:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T05:59:50.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IN THOSE EYES</title><content type='html'>It is all new to me, serving the Homeless at a weekly breakfast downtown in Baton Rouge.  I have always had the heart to serve, but had no connection, and was much too timid to appear there alone.   I served with one of my Connect Groups as a pre-Servolution effort to relieve the Cooking for Christ group that cooks faithfully every week.  It was such a blessing that morning, I decided since I work nights as a Caregiver for an Alzheimer patient and am able to get some sleep, I could serve weekly, then go home afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  This past Thursday, I went to Roselawn Dream Center after work, and put my gloves on to help serve at the breakfast.  There is something about teamwork that really appeals to me, so I was in my element serving eggs on the line with two others.  I found I was rarely looking up as I worked at first, concentrating on my job.  I noticed others who are regulars had big smiles, warm hugs and were on a first name basis as they saw the people come in.  I found that so engaging.  I found it inspiring.  I’m a rookie on the scene, and would need to spend time in that environment to develop those kind of relationships, I reasoned within myself…  then, I &lt;em&gt;saw those eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 They appeared sad.  They looked tired.  I got the feeling as I looked into them, that they had been hurt over and over again in his lifetime.  Those eyes had served as windows of the soul to that man.  I got the sense that he was embarrassed and ashamed to be in that position, &lt;em&gt;needing someone to feed him&lt;/em&gt;.  I found compassion stir in my heart for him.  I was scooping eggs over and over again, but I was there as a representative of Jesus to &lt;em&gt;serve him&lt;/em&gt;.  I looked back into his eyes and smiled.  Those tired eyes crinkled at the corners and softened as he responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               I realized I have had &lt;em&gt;those eyes&lt;/em&gt; at times in my lifetime as well.  Fortunately I have not had the circumstances he has had, however, in recent months, I have had three times I was out of work and really scared over my financial situation. Last summer I had double hand surgeries and was out of work for two months. It was tough then, but one of my sons sent money regularly during that time. I returned to work only to be laid off a month later.  When I have work, the money goes priority-wise to basic bills which has kept me behind overall, but has kept my head above water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I have had security in my life and I have had real &lt;em&gt;scares&lt;/em&gt;. It has been a test of my trust in the Lord during these times.  At Christmas, a family at Healing Place Church anonymously gave me a monetary gift which was so incredibly generous, and which God used deeply in my life to enable me, in faith to trust that He is my Provider and sees my need.  I am still struggling, and what I saw last Thursday, is that I am two steps away from being homeless &lt;em&gt;myself&lt;/em&gt;. Reality hits hard sometimes and causes us to evaluate truthfully our true position of need.  I see that I am no different than that man who was hurting…I’m just still able to be independent. God forbid I think I am any better and have had a better, more wonderful life.  It is all His grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I want to continue serving weekly, Lord Willing, and I hope I will never lose sight of what the Lord showed me through &lt;em&gt;those eyes&lt;/em&gt;.  Truly, Christ has compassion on our souls and enables us to love others...that is if we allow ourselves to see others with His Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleen Morgan-Hobbs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764058261445913868-8516309180713087767?l=noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/feeds/8516309180713087767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-those-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/8516309180713087767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/8516309180713087767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-those-eyes.html' title='IN THOSE EYES'/><author><name>No Place Outreach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15234157320812391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764058261445913868.post-1686816092659112432</id><published>2009-12-16T06:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:06:59.297-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruits of Our Labor</title><content type='html'>If anyone is wondering "where is the fruit of our labor?" here is some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Brenda-a prostitute God put in our path. When we found her beat to a pulp, we sent her home with Georgia from Revelation House. She is now no longer wanting to be on the streets, she goes to church &amp;amp; has a job cleaning apartments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Shirley-was living under the overpass with no place to go when we befriended her. Now she has someone who is paying for her a place to stay until she gets her cancer surgery &amp;amp; then is paying for her rent until she recovers &amp;amp; can go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Michael- has been to the breakfast for over a year, is now living under the overpass. We introduced him to Georgia &amp;amp; her husband Devin found him a job. He also has been given a house to live in &amp;amp; will be moving from the overpass to the house this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Robert-has been under the overpass for a few weeks. We brought him to church &amp;amp; he went to the altar. The following week he was back with a totally different countenance about him. When I dropped him off under the overpass after church a lady came &amp;amp; offered him a job as handyman at her hotel where he gets his own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I am forgetting someone &amp;amp; I know there will be people we have reached out to that we will never know what kind of difference we made in their lives until we get to heaven.God is leading us &amp;amp; guiding our steps. Everyone we come in contact with is ordained by God. Our steps are ordered of the Lord-Prov. 20:24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful that God allows me to serve with such an awesome team that has the heart of compassion for the homeless that God has. We do not fear what man can do to us because we are obedient to God. We know that these precious people sometimes just need someone to listen to them, give them a kind smile &amp;amp; hug, or treat them with respect because most people they come in contact with look down on them as scum of the earth. I think God is getting ready to do something so big we will shake our heads in amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764058261445913868-1686816092659112432?l=noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/feeds/1686816092659112432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/12/fruits-of-our-labor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/1686816092659112432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/1686816092659112432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/12/fruits-of-our-labor.html' title='Fruits of Our Labor'/><author><name>No Place Outreach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15234157320812391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764058261445913868.post-2255767786719560020</id><published>2009-12-04T04:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T04:24:24.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Thankful</title><content type='html'>When ministering to the homeless, cold weather makes me start thinking.  How in the world do they do this?  When it’s so cold outside how do they stay warm?  I almost feel guilty when I light my fireplace.  No Place Outreach has been having a drive to collect coats &amp;amp; blankets.  A co-worker of mine brought me some blankets, a coat &amp;amp; some thermal underwear on Wednesday.  Another friend of mine has been telling her co-workers about this ministry and has collected needed items in the past.  Yesterday (Wednesday) one of her co-workers came back from lunch with several sweat shirts, gloves, underwear, socks &amp;amp; blankets that she purchased.  She called me and brought the items to me.  Another friend of mine (amazing that I have more than one friend!) called me Tuesday night to let me know the business she works for was getting rid of several boxes of long-sleeve shirts, did I want them for the homeless.  I said yes and picked them up Wednesday night too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how God brings things together.  God placed a burden on their heart. They wanted to help some homeless people to stay warm.   Even though some of the people that gave didn’t know the breakfast is on Thursdays, God always knows where you are and what you need.  Wednesday night my car was full of blankets, clothes &amp;amp; gloves to be given out Thursday morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I only had one coat I thought it should be given to the one who needed it the most.  What if there were more than one that really needed a coat?   Just so happens out of the 20 or so people we served at Roselawn, one man stood out.  His coat was about 2 sizes too small for him and didn’t even go down to his waist.  He was very thankful for his new coat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made it to the overpass where a group of people live in their own community.  We passed out socks to everyone.  You would have thought we were passing out $5 bills.  Very appreciative.  We had a few thick gloves and some that were thinner.  I thought we had given all the gloves out when a man approached me asking for some.  I told him I’d go check and I found one more pair of the thick gloves.  When I gave them to him, his face lit up!  He was expecting some of the thinner ones evidently because he couldn’t believe that he got such a nice pair of gloves. He was almost laughing as he repeatedly thanked me for the gloves.  I quickly shared how we got the stuff from different people and how it all came together the night before.  And how it shows how much God cares about him.  He said to please tell the person that bought the gloves thank you!  So to all of you who have ever donated items for the homeless, THANK YOU!  I want to add my personal thanks to you too.  It was so awesome &amp;amp; humbling for me to see the joy on this man's face, an incredible experience! It could not have been done without you!  Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who contributes in any way to the homeless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 25:35-40  ...for I was hungry and you gave Me food; I was thirsty and you gave Me drink; I was a stranger and you took Me in; I was naked and you clothed Me; I was sick and you visited Me; I was in prison and you came to Me.’ “Then the righteous will answer Him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry and feed You, or thirsty and give You drink? When did we see You a stranger and take You in, or naked and clothe You? 39 Or when did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to You?’ And the King will answer and say to them, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernie D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764058261445913868-2255767786719560020?l=noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/feeds/2255767786719560020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-thankful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/2255767786719560020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/2255767786719560020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-thankful.html' title='Being Thankful'/><author><name>No Place Outreach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15234157320812391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764058261445913868.post-5936640372737104541</id><published>2009-11-17T04:48:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T04:59:45.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Words From a First Time Volunteer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/SwKBWBQPvuI/AAAAAAAAADg/Hy2ZrGegRqk/s1600/levee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405024718091697890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/SwKBWBQPvuI/AAAAAAAAADg/Hy2ZrGegRqk/s320/levee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have worked downtown for the last 15 years and have been running on the levee for the last 6-7 years. I started talking to Phil and Marlene (the king and queen of the homeless community downtown) and got to know them and others (Sandra) pretty well. I followed their ups and downs, what they feared, their good times and their way of life. It never failed to break my heart after talking to them. I tried to help, but, how do you help someone who has decided that living in an abandoned septic tank is what they want? I recently went thru a very trying and negative professional experience. Shortly after, I was down on the levee and went to visit with Phil and Marlene. They had heard about my problems and asked if I was ok. Can you imagine? I told them that I had my wife, kids, health and faith and that things could certainly be worse, I could be living on the river. I said it before I thought about who I was talking to, a very insensitive comment. Well, Marlene, said "What are you talking about Tommy, we aren't the ones who were in the newspaper?". In any event, they will tell you that they like their lifestyle, but, I think they really can’t if truth be told, but, have convinced themselves it is a hassle free life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405023921050962386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/SwKAnoC7SdI/AAAAAAAAADI/JhoWYaaM8GE/s320/levee2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marlene told me that the best thing that anyone does for them is the breakfast program from Healing Place Church. I had tried giving them jobs, food, coupons, clothes etc., but they really dig the breakfast. I mentioned the church to my friend Chad Dudley, who referred me to his friend Kiva who gave me Pastor Craig's info. I met Craig at coffee and he and I hit it off pretty quickly, I had just cut all my hair off and he being a former hairdresser seemed perplexed by that, plus he likes to fish. He told me to be there at 7 on Thursday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I showed up at Roselawn at 7 last Thursday, the first person I met was Jerry who has a great sense of humor. Then I met Jordan, Julie and then Frank and then Pastor Craig showed up to join us. We fed between 40-50 folks there at Roselawn and I had the opportunity to talk to several of them. Interesting people, some nice, some gruff, but all very appreciative of a good breakfast and a kind word. After a short Bible study, we loaded up and I rode with Frank to do the "roaming". We fed folks at the levee, where Phil and Marlene were surprised to see me, Sandra near Govt. St. and approximately 25 folks under the new North Blvd. overpass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405024546963416242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/SwKBMDwFZLI/AAAAAAAAADY/bGQiWe5colI/s320/overpass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most heartbreaking experience of the day was seeing a lady who had obviously been severely beaten and who was probably being pimped out. Some folks in our group succeeded in getting her to come with us and hopefully she got better medical care. It is a very thin line between helping these people and actively getting involved in their situations. It also appears to be a very thin line between being homeless and having a job, house, kids, wife and picket fence. There but for the grace of God goes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764058261445913868-5936640372737104541?l=noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/feeds/5936640372737104541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/11/words-from-first-time-volunteer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/5936640372737104541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/5936640372737104541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/11/words-from-first-time-volunteer.html' title='Words From a First Time Volunteer'/><author><name>No Place Outreach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15234157320812391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/SwKBWBQPvuI/AAAAAAAAADg/Hy2ZrGegRqk/s72-c/levee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764058261445913868.post-4892319848716351014</id><published>2009-11-13T04:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T06:54:03.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>November 12, 2009 - Awesome Outreach</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/Sv016CeXMGI/AAAAAAAAACw/MX1TrJ-gS78/s1600-h/DSCF1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403534399127367778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/Sv016CeXMGI/AAAAAAAAACw/MX1TrJ-gS78/s320/DSCF1015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yesterday’s outreach was filled with many happenings. At Roselawn we fed the peeps, hung out and listened to their stories and loved on them. We found out that one of our regular ladies that had shown up without shoes and very odd clothing last week had been assaulted but insisted on coming to the breakfast anyway. What a privilege we had to have provided her with new clothes &amp;amp; shoes. We hadn’t known what she’d been through but she came to the outreach and we were able to show her Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went roaming and were able to see most of our regular folks. At the overpass where the people had been told last week they’d have to leave. They were still there! They are up to around 20 people staying there, the number of homeless is growing. We found out that after they were featured on a local news cast they were being allowed to stay there until somewhere for them to go is found. Top that off by finding out the police actually brought them pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to our last stop where we’ve been trying to help ladies who are prostitutes, we’ve seen several that have been beaten. That’s when our great God showed up in a big way. We had two special volunteers from Revelation House, Georgia and her daughter. While at this location one of the ladies Laura who Carole bonded with by complimenting her on her shoes helped another lady Brenda get out. Brenda was beaten severely, her eyes were so swollen she could hardly see, her jaw may be broken and she could barely stand. Georgia took her to stay with them. Please pray for Brenda that she heals physically, mentally and especially spiritually, pray that this is a turning point in her life. Also, keep Laura in your prayers, pray for her protection that she doesn’t get hurt for helping us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing that when two or more are gathered in His name you never know what awesome things He will do. All the glory to God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764058261445913868-4892319848716351014?l=noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/feeds/4892319848716351014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-12-2009-awesome-outreach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/4892319848716351014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/4892319848716351014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-12-2009-awesome-outreach.html' title='November 12, 2009 - Awesome Outreach'/><author><name>No Place Outreach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15234157320812391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/Sv016CeXMGI/AAAAAAAAACw/MX1TrJ-gS78/s72-c/DSCF1015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764058261445913868.post-7337457787715461359</id><published>2009-10-28T12:22:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:19:44.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Outreach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/Suh-A_XseTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6c4pSxKjxz0/s1600-h/photo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397702708879456562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/Suh-A_XseTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6c4pSxKjxz0/s320/photo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Sunday we were blessed by a Married Life Connect group from HPC. They provided food at a Cooking for Christ meeting (very cool for the cooks to be cooked for). All the extra food was boxed up to do a “spur of the moment” homeless outreach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397703090224692162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/Suh-XL_e-8I/AAAAAAAAACA/TIo0i-eUIww/s320/photo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We headed downtown and stopped under the overpass where Annie lives. We’re seeing more and more people, they have their own neighborhood going on there. It’s a diverse group of people, some have mental conditions that may be the reason they’re on the streets, some have drug/alcohol problems, some look like they just fell on hard times and are trying to climb their way out of the situation they’re in. There’s this one young girl, around 18, spending time around her, you can tell she’s not new to the street. What’s she doing out there??? .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397704301968120050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/Suh_duFoWPI/AAAAAAAAACY/TrR6KF3AHeo/s320/photo6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We stopped to see Sandra. She’s been out here longer than I’ve been helping with the outreach. She’s had chances to get off the street, but always returns. She’s a loner. I worry about her safety and how she’ll keep warm when it’s cold out. We’ve already given her two coats and a couple of blankets this year. They get stolen, lost or dirty. When we visited her Sunday she had soiled herself, the evidence was on her and the sidewalk where she sits. She didn’t even seem to notice. How do you reach someone who would rather be on the street alone than in a shelter where she could be clean and warm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/Suh_8q0GXrI/AAAAAAAAACo/F-eCCUfT0OQ/s1600-h/photo8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397704833665228466" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/Suh_8q0GXrI/AAAAAAAAACo/F-eCCUfT0OQ/s320/photo8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the levee, we ran into Phil and Marlene. She was so excited to tell us about her weekend. Saturday they were sitting around drinking and this guy showed up and offered them two tickets to the LSU game in exchange for a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her next words took a while to sink in, but when they did, wow. She told us the porta potties there were soooo nice they spent the night in them. It sounded like she was describing a night at the Marriott. Imagine her world, most of us would just about explode before using the porta potty and she thinks it’s a great place to spend the night. When they woke up the next morning, they were thirsty and their beer was gone so they checked out the DPW (took a minute to get that one, she was talking about the trash cans). She was ecstatic, they found a new book sack for Phil and a gallon of something to drink. They were still working on the gallon when we arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to look for the humor, because it’s so heartbreaking. A short time ago, she was sober, she almost died from drinking. After getting out of the hospital she said she was scared and was trying hard to stay sober. Phil was in jail at the time, so he was sober too. About a month later, he got out of jail and went right back to drinking. She only stayed sober a week or two more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we headed to the house where J.D. &amp;amp; Billy are staying. We asked J.D. how Janet was doing he told us she was staying with her family and started going to AA (Praise God!). Janet was raped in an attack where she and three other homeless guys were severely beaten. J.D. is eaten up with rage/guilt (he was in jail and wasn’t there to protect her). She told him to go on with his life without her. Maybe, just maybe, through this awful event their lives can change and they’ll find the love of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last several weeks, we’ve been stopping at a place where we’ve been unsure of the situation. There are women there that have been beaten and/or been in fights. They have at times appeared to be drunk or drugged. It looks like they are being prostituted. We aren’t sure if they are there of their own free will or not. One of the ladies has come to the breakfast at Roselawn and said she wants to go to the Café at the Dream Center, but we saw her being dropped off back there Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is overload for a lot of people, and hard to grasp. It was and is sometimes for me too. What kind of world do we live in when there is so much hopelessness, lack of empathy, despair and evil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it’s a world where Jesus has called me to do the best I can to show his love to the lost, forgotten and hurting. If we only reach one after all our efforts, it will be worth it. It’s something that HPC really teaches, “it’s all for the one”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for the people out there. Above all else, that’s something they can never have too much of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764058261445913868-7337457787715461359?l=noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/feeds/7337457787715461359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday-outreach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/7337457787715461359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/7337457787715461359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday-outreach.html' title='Sunday Outreach'/><author><name>No Place Outreach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15234157320812391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/Suh-A_XseTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6c4pSxKjxz0/s72-c/photo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764058261445913868.post-2016081673505325642</id><published>2009-10-27T17:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:31:23.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Heart of a Volunteer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I kept my granddaughters Friday &amp;amp; Saturday &amp;amp; we watched a Christmas movie called Timmy's Gift. In it God showed me something about those of us in the homeless ministry. It was about an angel named Timmy coming to earth to give baby Jesus his most loved possession.When Timmy fell from heaven he landed in a pig pen. The pig was surprised that Timmy wanted to have anything to do with him because he felt like "no one wanted to mingle with common swine". He said it made him feel like he was somebody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timmy took him to some water &amp;amp; cleaned both of them up. The pig said to Timmy, (my favorite part) "Nobody has ever taken the trouble to see who I was under the dirt. Imagine that!"God showed me that we, as the homeless ministry, care enough about homeless people to see through the dirt on &amp;amp; in people to help them find the person God created them to be &amp;amp; that they are special to God. This is why we have such a passion to help them. God put it in us when He created us &amp;amp; I'm praying that we don't let anyone or anything keep us from doing what God has called us to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ya all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764058261445913868-2016081673505325642?l=noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/feeds/2016081673505325642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/10/from-heart-of-volunteer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/2016081673505325642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/2016081673505325642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/10/from-heart-of-volunteer.html' title='From the Heart of a Volunteer'/><author><name>No Place Outreach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15234157320812391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764058261445913868.post-2277691829428171751</id><published>2009-10-20T16:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:33:03.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valerie Vidal - An Awesome Volunteer's Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/St4se5KTPnI/AAAAAAAAABw/hMqLwA6Os6Y/s1600-h/DSCF0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394798312888155762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/St4se5KTPnI/AAAAAAAAABw/hMqLwA6Os6Y/s320/DSCF0968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from Coast Community Church in Gulf Breeze, FL. I had the pleasure of working with some of God’s mighty warriors there from Healing Place Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experience began on October 15 at 5:00 a.m. Yes, they start reeeally early there! We cooked enough breakfast for about 150 people. We hit the street… first stop… Baton Rouge Dream Center on Roselawn. What a blessing to see everyone just pitching in to do what we were all called to do! After that it was off to the levee and the streets, where we I experienced everything from a serenade to a quiet moment with one of many of the homeless there. On October 17, we were all at it again! Started at Roselawn with chili, boots and socks! The guys as well as gals were thrilled as well as touched to have a warm meal and new socks and shoes for their feet. We didn’t stop there, we continued on to the levee and the streets, where more lives were moved. It was an awesome God day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming from someone who has never experienced working with the homeless, I must say that it was an eye opening experience as well as a heart wrenching… We have all been called to take care of the less fortunate and to spread the Good News while doing so… this has definitely put a fire in me that I can only hope and pray becomes so warm, that everyone in my community will want to get closer to feel the warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for his timing on this and thank Him for these wonderful people who are doing exactly what God has instructed us to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie Vidal&lt;br /&gt;Outreach Coordinator&lt;br /&gt;Coast Community Church&lt;br /&gt;Gulf Breeze, FL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764058261445913868-2277691829428171751?l=noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/feeds/2277691829428171751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/10/valerie-vidal-awesome-volunteers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/2277691829428171751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/2277691829428171751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/10/valerie-vidal-awesome-volunteers.html' title='Valerie Vidal - An Awesome Volunteer&apos;s Thoughts'/><author><name>No Place Outreach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15234157320812391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/St4se5KTPnI/AAAAAAAAABw/hMqLwA6Os6Y/s72-c/DSCF0968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764058261445913868.post-850430525028759509</id><published>2009-09-14T05:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T05:49:55.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/Sq4fglFsbhI/AAAAAAAAABo/v7wZBYDAds0/s1600-h/DSCF0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381273249326591506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/Sq4fglFsbhI/AAAAAAAAABo/v7wZBYDAds0/s320/DSCF0826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Billy, Janet, JD, Tecca, Hammer, Phil &amp;amp; Barbara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, September 10, 2009, spending some time with the homeless peeps that hang out downtown. We saw some familiar faces that hadn't been with us for a while. Phil was there and Janet too, Hammer was there after not seeing him last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't seen Chris for a while now and Josh wasn't there either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of these people have become like family and we worry, care and pray for them because they are family. Please pray for Marleen's sobriety, she's been sober for about 4 weeks now. Pray for Janet who recently was a victim of a horrible crime. Pray for Hammer, each week, he seems to sink a little lower as he spends his life on the street. Pray that Chris and Josh are safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last several weeks there seems to be a growning number of folks that we are serving, we pray that all these peoples needs are met, that they see Jesus through this outreach and find the strength to reach out for help and take steps in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764058261445913868-850430525028759509?l=noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/feeds/850430525028759509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/09/under-bridge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/850430525028759509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/850430525028759509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/09/under-bridge.html' title='Under the Bridge'/><author><name>No Place Outreach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15234157320812391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/Sq4fglFsbhI/AAAAAAAAABo/v7wZBYDAds0/s72-c/DSCF0826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764058261445913868.post-6409767970196532678</id><published>2009-09-01T13:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:12:56.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;Thursday Aug 27, What a great day I had serving it up with you all in downtown BR. God's hand was all over it. If anyone lacks the desire to serve, just read our story "SERVOLUTION". This will get you pumped and motivated. The staff of HPC and it's volunteers are awesome. The blessing and opportunity afforded me this day has opened my eyes to a whole new world. A place where people must surely feel forgotten, marginalized, downtrodden.... While standing below the interstate bridge serving the homeless, the constant noise of the overhead traffic easily gives one the sense that life is passing by without a thought that this world exists underneath. I've crossed this bridge many times throughout my lifetime and never once did I consider the possibility, Lord forgive me! Addictions, mental illness, bad choices... Some have names, some are just faces, but all are somebody and are loved by God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;One particular guy, Josh, is trying to return to society after five years in prison. He was released two weeks ago and landed a job at a nearby fast-food place within the first week of getting out. The only acceptable pair of pants he can use for work were the ones he had on. He washes them every few days at a nearby fountain. The same fountain serves as his bathing facility. He did say that in prison he could at least practice good hygiene. After eating breakfast, he indicated that he had to walk several miles and start work by 10:00. A follow-up contact was made later in the day at his place of employment and some of his clothing needs were met. Because of his desire to be off the street, with a little help and encouragement, Josh will make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer is that I'll allow God to use me whenever and wherever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours in Christ, Bruce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764058261445913868-6409767970196532678?l=noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/feeds/6409767970196532678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-great-day-i-had-serving-it-up-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/6409767970196532678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/6409767970196532678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-great-day-i-had-serving-it-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>No Place Outreach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15234157320812391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764058261445913868.post-4004751637391622317</id><published>2009-08-28T08:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T08:06:42.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping the Faith... Seeing the Results...</title><content type='html'>Chris Andres of First Methodist Church said, "God bless you with the foolishness to believe that you can make a difference in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing "Homeless Ministry" for over a year now and sometimes wonder if it makes a difference and then immediately remember how it blesses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, however, I feel God has been working overtime with answered prayers.  Marlene has been sober for 3 weeks and has a room, Bobbie is going into rehab, Leslie is going to Rochester, NY in the next week and is a completely different person from last week, and Corena is in jail where she'll dry-out rather than die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Jesus and please continue your work in our dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tecca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764058261445913868-4004751637391622317?l=noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/feeds/4004751637391622317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/08/keeping-faith-seeing-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/4004751637391622317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/4004751637391622317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/08/keeping-faith-seeing-results.html' title='Keeping the Faith... Seeing the Results...'/><author><name>No Place Outreach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15234157320812391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764058261445913868.post-6239868827023485065</id><published>2009-08-28T04:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T08:01:17.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Lesson From the Homeless</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we had the opportunity to witness the hearts of the homeless. While roaming down by the levee we met Josh. We were introduced to Josh by Larry one of the guys we know. After introducing us, Larry tells us how he met Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago while he slept under an elevated walkway downtown he felt something being pushed under his head, it was a pillow. That was followed by being covered with a sheet. Larry's a little older and Josh took it upon himself to look out for Larry and be sure no one messed with him. In turn, Larry finds a way each day to be sure he can give Josh a dollar for bus fare to get to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh was incarcerated for 5 years. He's been out for a couple of weeks now and has found a job at a fast food restaurant. He's a clean cut young man in his upper 20's and is trying to get his life together. Every evening he washes his work pants in one of the fountains downtown. His goal is to save as fast as he can so that he can get into an apartment closer to his job. One of his biggest fears is that his job will find out he doesn't have a home and he'll lose his job before he can get into an apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear Larry talk about Josh is like listening to any father talk about his son. You can hear the pride in his voice when he speaks about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I am blessed with the opportunity to help with this outreach I learn something new. Yesterday I learned one more way someone becomes homeless. I also learned another lesson on love from the homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rise in the presence of the aged, show respect for the elderly and revere your God. I am the LORD. &lt;/em&gt;Lev 19:32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep our homeless friends in your prayers.  We pray that the issues that keep them on the street are washed away by the blood of Jesus, that they are safe and ultimately that they know the love of Jesus and accept him as their Lord and Savior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764058261445913868-6239868827023485065?l=noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/feeds/6239868827023485065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-lesson-from-homeless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/6239868827023485065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/6239868827023485065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-lesson-from-homeless.html' title='Another Lesson From the Homeless'/><author><name>No Place Outreach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15234157320812391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764058261445913868.post-1128025627467237327</id><published>2009-08-20T21:44:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:36:23.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Hammer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/So4KRUho2wI/AAAAAAAAABg/uYwRliyLCYs/s1600-h/DSCF0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372242698183432962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/So4KRUho2wI/AAAAAAAAABg/uYwRliyLCYs/s320/DSCF0766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Frank, Hammer, Barbara &amp;amp; Sheila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today we had the opportunity to spend some time with Hammer. He's a new friend we've had the pleasure of meeting and sharing breakfast with. We consider it our priviledge to share the love of Jesus with the homeless folks we meet. Today Hammer fed our souls as he shared his faith with us and showed his appreciation by singing for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Check out the video here: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ImkZi81MXvk"target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ImkZi81MXvk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Encore:  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nF68iKJZbd4" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nF68iKJZbd4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764058261445913868-1128025627467237327?l=noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/feeds/1128025627467237327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/08/meet-hammer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/1128025627467237327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/1128025627467237327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/08/meet-hammer.html' title='&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Meet Hammer&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>No Place Outreach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15234157320812391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/So4KRUho2wI/AAAAAAAAABg/uYwRliyLCYs/s72-c/DSCF0766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764058261445913868.post-6464394954463609548</id><published>2009-08-19T09:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:52:30.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories that stay bright...</title><content type='html'>I will never forget a cold rainy night in December.  I had been getting nudges from FATHER to go out and serve the homeless for several weeks.   I had decided several days earlier that this Thursday I would go.  But now it was Wednesday night and it was cold and rainy.  Who would possibly be out feeding the homeless on such a cold day?  How could you even keep the food dry and warm?   Surely this would be canceled on this inclement day.   So I went to bed thinking, not tomorrow – at least not unless it quits raining – BRRR.  I don’t even see a point in setting the alarm for 4AM.&lt;br /&gt;Well the next morning at 4AM I was shook awake by FATHER.  I found my eyes wide open - Suddenly fully conscious, but cozy in my warm dry bed.  And I could hear the rain outside – and feel the cold through the walls.  But the voice kept pushing me to get up.  I got up complaining inwardly, and slowly got dressed – but knowing I must keep my promise to JESUS- and go out to the homeless breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;I was not disappointed – when I arrived at HPC cooking shed – there were people there – lights on and breakfast was already in the pot being stirred – at 5:15AM.   I immediately felt in step and was handed a spoon and asked to help stir.  Meanwhile, GOD turned the rain into snow – and rewarded us with a beautiful white snow covered day I will always remember.    &lt;br /&gt;At “NO PLACE” there are many different ways you can serve – and many different time schedules each Thursday.   Cooking and packing runs from 5AM to 6:30AM and includes lots of great fellowship with some very fine and happy people.    From 7AM to around 8:30AM you can serve breakfast to the homeless at Roselawn Ave Dream center.  You can also attend or participate in a Bible study segment from around 8am to 8:30am.  Still another option is to “roam” with part of the group that takes food out to the levee and other parts of town finding and serving those who for whatever reason don’t come to the Roselawn breakfast.  Some people find themselves filling plates and pouring coffee – others helping folks find a clean change of clothes in our “street shop”.   Still others mingle with the crowd of homeless people – lending an ear, listening to their story.  Many of these people have “no place” and “no one”.    Most have no place and no spouse to come home to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This past Thursday (8/13/09) I talked to several men – one from Kansas, another from Mississippi and of course several from Baton Rouge.    They were so happy to get a solid meal – and I think just as happy to see that someone cared enough to cook, serve, and listen to their story.   Although most of the day was good, I think the two things I remember most would be:&lt;br /&gt;·         Standing on the levee with a group of 20 or so people.  A man who calls himself “Hammer” and who hails from Arkansas walked up to me and asked if he could sing and pray with us.   We all joined hands and Hammer sang a brief and beautiful song about Jesus and then lifted up an inspiring prayer for all to hear.  Hammer was so happy to be able to share his spirit with us – and when you see a man like this thank the LORD with all his heart for blessing him in so many ways it really melts your heart.    &lt;br /&gt;·         Later that morning while roaming the streets we noticed a person huddled under an umbrella under the interstate.  We stopped to feed several other men a block or so away.  I took a bottle of cold water and a plate of grits down to the person who was alone a block or so away.  When I offered the breakfast – there was surprise and maybe even a brief moment of fear?   She at first rejected the breakfast – but apparently saw/heard something that moved her heart, because she began to smile, accepted the breakfast and a few words about Jesus.  When I left, she was hungrily enjoying her hot grits and cold water.   Her battery was recharged by such a simple jester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 34:10   “Even strong lions sometimes go hungry, but those who trust in the Lord will lack no good thing.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some of us sometimes get “needs and wants” mixed up.  I think seeing the homeless and downtrodden enjoy even the simplest of meals helps us keep things in the right perspective.  It can inspire us to be thankful for what we have and more and more anxious to share with the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David V.&lt;br /&gt;8/19/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764058261445913868-6464394954463609548?l=noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/feeds/6464394954463609548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/08/memories-that-stay-bright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/6464394954463609548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/6464394954463609548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/08/memories-that-stay-bright.html' title='Memories that stay bright...'/><author><name>No Place Outreach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15234157320812391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764058261445913868.post-1688754432326884249</id><published>2009-08-03T08:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:59:14.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words from those we serve..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/SnbqdC_qivI/AAAAAAAAABY/A-YmKhGKHvM/s1600-h/DSCF0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365733790799530738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/SnbqdC_qivI/AAAAAAAAABY/A-YmKhGKHvM/s320/DSCF0648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Thursday, I had the opportunity to speak with one of the guys we serve, Brian W. He was kind enough to share his story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first things you notice about Brian is his faith in God. He was raised by his grandmother in Plaquemine, LA (who he says also raised many others). She made sure he grew up in church and learned the Bible. He says he found God at 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was a young man he strayed away from God. He quit listening to his grandmother and his family. He dropped out of high school and got involved with the wrong people and wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1989 he went to Job Corp in Arkansas where he got his GED. He returned to Baton Rouge but was still doing his own thing. He got into using and selling drugs. He lost the trust of his family. Although he tried rehab several times at other peoples suggestion, it always failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was until 17 months ago when he checked himself into a 30 day rehab program in Morgan City, LA. It was at that time he was ready to admit that he had a problem. Brian realized rehab wouldn’t work if others wanted him to go, only if he took that first step for himself. I asked him what made it different, what made him want to go? He said he was reading his Bible one day and the wind blew the pages to the book of Matthew. He was drawn to the scripture and what he read convicted him. He was ready to take steps to get help for himself. In rehab he prayed and reconnected with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he has been clean for 17 months, Brian says that each day is a struggle. I ask that we all pray for him so he will have the strength to continue winning the battle against his addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Brian, one of the best things about being clean is having the love and respect back from his family and friends. He says they no longer worry about leaving their things out around him, they know their stuff will be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him how he found out about the No Place Outreach. He said one day he was on the bus and this lady got on with a plate of breakfast. He asked her where she got it and she told him about the outreach. He hopped off the bus right there at the UPT (where we used to serve) and had breakfast with us. That was over 1 ½ years ago. When I asked Brian to share what the No Place Outreach means to him, he only had one word to say, “Love.”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says he has been places before where he could feel the presence of evil, but when he’s at the outreach he knows he feels the presence of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He attends a local church on Gardere where he also attends Bible study. He enjoys reading the Bible and connects with David &amp;amp; Joseph, he says he relates to them and can put himself in their place where they struggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each week there is a Bible study at Roselawn during the Thursday morning outreach. Mr. Parnell, who facilitates that part of the outreach, has asked Brian to take part in sharing the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian told me his grandmother before she passed away told him he would be a preacher. He had a doubtful look on his face as he said it. Who knows, maybe grandmother knew more than he gave her credit for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764058261445913868-1688754432326884249?l=noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/feeds/1688754432326884249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/08/words-from-those-we-serve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/1688754432326884249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/1688754432326884249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/08/words-from-those-we-serve.html' title='Words from those we serve..'/><author><name>No Place Outreach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15234157320812391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/SnbqdC_qivI/AAAAAAAAABY/A-YmKhGKHvM/s72-c/DSCF0648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764058261445913868.post-6400904296875186312</id><published>2009-07-31T21:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:38:55.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe Cool &amp; the Team</title><content type='html'>I was talking to a friend the other day about being ‘cool’.  Of course we all know that I am cool, ya know I’m down wit dat!  Well, whatever.  I decided to look the word up in the dictionary.  Found the following slang definitions: great, fine, excellent; characterized by great facility, highly skilled or clever; socially adept. We came to the conclusion that anything cool about me &amp;amp; my friend comes from the ultimate Joe Cool himself, Jesus!  Which brings me to the point of this blog today: I am blessed to be a part of one of the coolest ministries ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I help cook breakfast as often as possible.  Mr. Randall always has coffee made for us when we get there @ 5 a.m.  We bake 4 big trays of biscuits, cook a gazillion eggs, make gallons of Tang and a gumbo pot full of special recipe grits that will make you slap yo mama.  After it’s cooked it gets put in to-go containers and loaded on the truck.  Let’s not forget about washing the dishes and packing the boxes with jelly, sugar, cream, plates, forks, etc.  Lot’s to do and an awesome group of people that work as a team to get it all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a core group there every week and then others who come when they can.  When I do show up, I’m always amazed at how happy everyone is.  Come on, can you really be happy getting up at 4 in the morning (or earlier) to cook for people you don’t even know?  These people can because they know the poor matter to God.  They know that they are not just stirring grits or making tang, they are touching the heart of a hungry man, woman and child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really hits home for me when I do get the humbling opportunity to meet the people we cook for.  Most that I’ve met have a good attitude despite their living conditions and are truly thankful not only for the food, but for the friends they have made.  They see people who serve them every week.  Not just a ‘one-time to make my conscious feel better’ kinda thing, but an on-going relationship where people go extra miles to help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the people that cook, clean, serve or roam, No Place Outreach is one part of God’s team that is truly reaching the world one person at a time.  I really do feel privileged to be a part of this great, fine, excellent, characterized by great facility, highly skilled, clever, and socially adept, all because of Jesus, outreach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;miss bernie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764058261445913868-6400904296875186312?l=noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/feeds/6400904296875186312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/07/joe-cool-team.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/6400904296875186312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/6400904296875186312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/07/joe-cool-team.html' title='Joe Cool &amp; the Team'/><author><name>No Place Outreach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15234157320812391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764058261445913868.post-4580286132330645833</id><published>2009-07-29T08:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:46:57.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Serve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So one day you carve time out of your “busy” schedule to help cook breakfast for the homeless in Baton Rouge. It’s a pretty easy thing to do, doesn’t disrupt your schedule, you can still make it to work on time. It’s nice to be able to help the less fortunate you think and a good opportunity to fellowship with other Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there’s the day you have the opportunity to go and help serve the food you’ve been cooking. And you’re never the same again….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, until you meet these people you don’t understand. These are God’s children just like you and I. “Homeless” can be a very general term until you really understand…. These are people from all walks of life, each one has his or her own story and each one has a face and a name. They all have a mother and a father, some are mothers and fathers, and they are sisters, brothers, husbands and wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some struggle with addictions that are so dark they don’t think there’s any hope for them. Some struggle from mental illness. Some are on the streets from a variety of bad choices or a set of unfortunate circumstances. Some came for work that didn’t pan out and they are left with no way to get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start to wonder, why them and not me? And you know it’s only the grace of God that separates you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the little things you never thought about before meeting them. Why do they need socks, underwear and clothes each week? Duh, there’s no washer &amp;amp; dryer on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you’re the one with the addiction, but it’s a God given addiction to help the homeless. You pray that he gives you the opportunity to serve each week and the resources to help out financially. You pray for words of wisdom to share with these people, that it’s Jesus’ words not yours that they hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pray for Janet, Marlene, Peter, Victor, Chris, Jo Bob, Sandra, JD, William, Richard, Rufus, Mr. Charles, Adolf, Annie, Billy, Scott, Mr. Alvin and all the others that you meet. You pray that the bus ticket, glasses, shoes, jackets, blankets, ride to the detox clinic and medical care that these people receive show the love of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pray for the volunteers that they have the strength they need to keep giving when sometimes it seems hopeless, you pray that they are blessed &amp;amp; protected by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 21:13 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;If a man shuts his ears to the cry of the poor, he too will cry out and not be answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad God opened my ears, eyes and heart to these people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is so humbling to have the chance to serve for his kingdom. I hope those I have the privilege to serve see Jesus through me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Julie B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764058261445913868-4580286132330645833?l=noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/feeds/4580286132330645833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/07/learning-to-serve.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/4580286132330645833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/4580286132330645833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/07/learning-to-serve.html' title='Learning to Serve'/><author><name>No Place Outreach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15234157320812391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764058261445913868.post-3082148650598696517</id><published>2009-07-27T22:27:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:09:40.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grand Weaver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;From the jumbled mind of Chris L.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so last Thursday after an amazing breakfast down at Roselawn when I was heading home and exiting at Siegen Lane, there was a homeless man with a sign that read: Homeless, Hungry, and Broke. I felt as though I should buy him breakfast, and as he was walking towards my car for me to tell him to meet me at McDonalds someone else called to him and gave him money. The light turned green and I just started driving thinking "Oh well, maybe next time", then out of nowhere I felt a prompting that could only be from God and I suddenly felt that this man needed this breakfast he was in danger. I turned around and told him to meet me for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So halfway through the breakfast I asked if he went to church anywhere. He said "No but some guy and two kids gave me their card and some pizza and said they could help me. He then pulls out a red Dreamcenter card. Turns out it was Nathan, Eric, and Derrick. He then tells me he is a raging alchoholic, he was hit by a car last week, and then told by the nurse that he was very close to serosis of the liver. At this point it was obvious this was the Lord aligning our paths. So after calling detox places, and realizing there is nowhere for this man to go I was told to try a local hospital. There he was admitted, I gave him my number, and we parted ways. Later I get a call from him saying they couldnt do a medical detox there. I missed the call, and knowing that he would eventually try to get back to Siegen Lane, I drove out looking for him. I told myself I would drive to Tom Drive and back, if I didnt see him I would try the next day. So of course, he just happens to be standing at the intersection at Tom drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I contacted Vince and we were told to just bring him to a detox place because they dont turn down people. So we picked this guy (Timothy) up today and brought him down there thinking they would not turn us away if we just showed up. So we called the place a couple minutes before we got there and they said we dont have any beds available. So since we were already down there we decided to try and talk to them anyway. When we get there she said we can help but we have no beds available right now, but I'll call back there anyway. By the Great and Mighty hand of God a bed had opened up in the minutes that we had been there. So by the Grace of God Timothy is in detox right now, hopefully the first step to a new life. He has me and Vince's numbers, and we have his consent to call there and get updates on him throughout the detox. We plan to stay in touch with him and continue to be there for him in whatever he needs. Throughtout this five day period when we would talk he would tell me that he would pray for a break from God, and then we show up. God will set up our paths with people in ways that can only be explained by Him. I thank God that he allowed us to be a part of someones answered prayer. I pray that I am always Spirit led and obedient, because when I am I get to be a part of the great power and wonder that is the God we serve. Also through this we were able to help and minister to another man who had lost his daughter recently and was hitchiking back to New Mexico. So everyone be in prayer for him (Brian).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris L. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764058261445913868-3082148650598696517?l=noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/feeds/3082148650598696517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/07/grand-weaver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/3082148650598696517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/3082148650598696517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/07/grand-weaver.html' title='The Grand Weaver'/><author><name>No Place Outreach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15234157320812391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4764058261445913868.post-3504724577609857337</id><published>2009-07-27T08:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:37:01.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, July 23, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serving it up for Jesus at the Roselawn Dream Center. Volunteer peeps hanging with those we serve.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/Sm2q2CoO_GI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Un6QdyLKfBU/s1600-h/DSCF0626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363130576663411810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/Sm2q2CoO_GI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Un6QdyLKfBU/s320/DSCF0626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/Sm2q2zEGLWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/njCFeqx49MY/s1600-h/DSCF0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363130589665176930" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/Sm2q2zEGLWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/njCFeqx49MY/s320/DSCF0631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/Sm2q2uc2YUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RiV-xyY4mAM/s1600-h/DSCF0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363130588426821954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/Sm2q2uc2YUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RiV-xyY4mAM/s320/DSCF0630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/Sm2q2RgLUAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3PEJk__WzNw/s1600-h/DSCF0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363130580656148482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/Sm2q2RgLUAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3PEJk__WzNw/s320/DSCF0625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4764058261445913868-3504724577609857337?l=noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/feeds/3504724577609857337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/07/thursday-july-23-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/3504724577609857337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4764058261445913868/posts/default/3504724577609857337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplaceoutreach.blogspot.com/2009/07/thursday-july-23-2009.html' title='Thursday, July 23, 2009'/><author><name>No Place Outreach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15234157320812391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsxrhu6bmg8/Sm2q2CoO_GI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Un6QdyLKfBU/s72-c/DSCF0626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
